Friday, March 28, 2014

Genesis 45: In Writing

To make the night soft
loose my hands
and let the cavernous cry free
to roar outside
and come home

To clasp you
neck on neck
lip to lip
feel my skin by yours
tears meeting in a murmur
that fills the silence

shadows solidify
to the shape of your heart

Turn the depths 
to rest
save the remnant,
what  survives the searing winds of life
For life God has send me hither

Do you hear me
make the world with my voice?
present in your gaze?

Speak to me
And in the vibrating voices

The fallen begin  to breath

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